Chapter 06: The Rise of Sylar (Part 2 of ???)

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From here on, the actual story starts!!! Do enjoy it! Please write Reviews, comments, and send power stones my way!

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The rarest commodity amongst humanity is loyalty, if it were not such a rare thing we'd be able to work through our differences, only apparently we are prone to be backstabbing little bitches.

(A/N: I am no exception to this! It is the most human trait I can think of. Wishing for loyalty but being unable to reciprocate it! I think this is one of life's challenges!!! What do you think?)

A few weeks later, a couple, a gentleman and his fair lady, arrived by ship in London in the early evenings.

The weather is the usual welcoming weather Britain is known for, windy and rainy, but the couple is unbothered, contrary to expectation they're even relishing in the bad weather as if this weather is what they came for.

"Geraldine, my darling, I think it would be most appropriate to first find a lodging for the foreseeable future. Wouldn't you agree?": the man speaks to his beautiful company.

"I agree, my lord.": the blonde bombshell says.

As the two are making their way through the narrow and dirty streets of London, the man suddenly stops in place, and looks into a particular direction as if he has suddenly recognizes or remembers something.

"Well, isn't this interesting?!": He says with a small smirk on his face.

"What is fascinating you, my lord?": Geraldine asks, not having noticed what Sylar apparently has sensed.

"Geraldine, it seems that we have just found ourselves in a playground full of monsters.": he says, unbothered by his own realization.

"Are you serious?": she asks him, trying to make sure if he is serious or if this is one of his bad taste jokes.

"Absolutely! Something is going on in London and I want to get to the bottom of it! Also, that guy over there smell's like a corpse despite very much walking and breathing like any other human.": Sylar say's while pointing towards a man with a few scars on his face as he is trying to be sneaky while he observes someone's home.

Geraldine also starts observing the man, and she also notices that he doesn't smell like any other human she has ever encountered.

"What is he, my lord?": she asks in astonishment, for she has never assumed that a walking corpse would even be a possibility, despite her herself being a corpse in some way.

"Well, we will have to find out what he is. Isn't this exhilarating? We've found something inexplicable just mere minutes after being in London! How exciting.": Sylar is smiling like a child on Christmas.

"My lord, I don't share in your excitement! We don't know if that thing is dangerous, friendly, or what abilities it even has. No matter how I look at the situation, it is better to be cautious!": Geraldine tried to reason with Sylar and calm him down, merely it was apparent that it is not going to work.

"Nah, you're just being a worry wart! No time like the present as they say!": Sylar says and disappears as fast as the wind just to appear behind the being.

At this point any sane human would come up with two simple thoughts, one, that it is a bad idea to approach a stalker. Second, that approaching a non-human stalker with unknown abilities is also an awful idea, but the worst is when combining both bad ideas into one will be creating the following extremely volatile situation, and events.

Sylar standing behind the dude said out of nowhere: "Hello there my friend, I am Sylar who are you?", scaring the shit out of the undead being.

The being spins around in shock, punching Sylar in the face by reflex, and sending him five meters flying across the street into a wall, debris, and dust are coming from the location where Sylar landed.

"Wow!!! That is one mean punch you have there, my friend!": Sylar says as he climbs out of the debris and dusts off himself, being quite amused, and intrigued by the power this being has unconsciously shown.

"Who are you? What do you want? How the fuck are you even still alive after that hit?": the black haired man asks with a mixture of curiosity, fear, and wary about this unexpected newcomer.

"One question at a time, please! My head is still ringing a bit from that hit!": Sylar replies, while Geraldine walks over to him and looks accusingly at him, as if to say, 'I told you so!'.

"Okay then, who are you and what do you want from me?": the black haired man asks, while he is already preparing to bail.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Sylar Gray, the first of my name.": Sylar says smiling while bowing slightly like an overexaggerated anime villain/gentleman.

"Okay, Mr. Gray, what do you want from me, and what are you?": the being asks.

"I, and my beautiful companion, were on our merry way as we suddenly came upon your unique smell, and I decided to meet you. It is not every day one sees a walking corpse, and I am very curious about your story. Also, I'd very much like to earn your friendship, but that has to wait, as I do not want to force any relations.": Sylar replies while walking back and stretching out his hand for a handshake.

"How do you know about me being a corpse? How did you survive that hit? Your explanation only opens up more questions rather than giving answers, and who says I even want to be a friend of such a suspicious person as yourself that encroaches on non-assuming civilians.": the undead being answers, a bit amused and a bit on guard against the other undead being.

"I can work with that. Well, I am in some way the same as yourself, for I am an immortal too, so I won't die from your little love tap. I can smell it that you are not an alive human, unlike the other humans.": Sylar answers the other guy's questions.

"Now, isn't it rude to question my Lord, and to not even have the manners to introduce yourself?": Geraldine finally cannot take it and intervenes on Sylar's behalf.

"My name is Caliban, and as you have already noticed, I am an undead too, much like yourself it seems.": Caliban answers after some deep contemplation about his choices, but he is intrigued because this is his very first encounter with beings that can possibly become his friends.

"Well, it is a pleasure making your acquaintance, Caliban. I just wish you would not punch the next person that approaches you, it is certainly unbecoming of a gentleman.": Sylar jests.

"So, Caliban, who are you stalking on, in the middle of the night? Is it some fair lady? Or maybe some fair man?": Geraldine asks about the obvious elephant in the metaphorical room.

"Neither is the case.": Caliban answers back, once again on guard against these people.

"Cliffhanger no Jutsu!!!" — Author

[List of powers: (So Far!)]

[Kum'Boh's — Hypnotic Vision]

[??? — Ability Identification]

[??? — Probability Manipulation]

[Old Chinese granny — Mental Shield]

[Indian street rat — Lie Manipulation]

[Russian whore — Allure]